"It's... complicated." River finally said in answer to the other woman's comment about dealing with the separation. "I love him, but good lord living with him can be a trial. We do better when our times together are brief."
She idly stroked the book, like a blue door, battered and papers sticking out at odd angles. "But memorable. I suppose you could say separation is a way of life."
Luckily she had long ago learned to live with being alone, and without the Doctor. So long as she knew she would see him again, and she would. Though she knew the day was coming when it would be the last time. Her journal was nearly full.
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"It's... complicated." River finally said in answer to the other woman's comment about dealing with the separation. "I love him, but good lord living with him can be a trial. We do better when our times together are brief."
She idly stroked the book, like a blue door, battered and papers sticking out at odd angles. "But memorable. I suppose you could say separation is a way of life."
Luckily she had long ago learned to live with being alone, and without the Doctor. So long as she knew she would see him again, and she would. Though she knew the day was coming when it would be the last time. Her journal was nearly full.